Early the next morning, early in the morning, Song Wenqing, the prefect of Yangzhou, came to Ji's mansion, and his master came with him, when he was rounding up demons, the eldest master of the Ji family mentioned the matter to them vaguely, and repeatedly told them not to spread the word, this Song Wenqing If he was not promoted by the Ji family, he would not be able to do his current position, and he did not dare to disobey the instructions of the eldest master Ji, and he did not dare to ask more questions because of the prestige of the Ji family. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The matter of giving Chu Wenqian and them to do the household registration was handled by him, he was already restless, and his heart was like a cat, knowing that after the people from Jizhou Mansion arrived in Yangzhou, he couldn't wait to come.

Master Ji invited them to the study, his pale and yellowed face was eye-catching with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, he didn't sleep all night last night, thinking about things sometimes excited and sometimes worried.

looked at Song Wenqing with bloodshot eyes, and said unexpectedly: "Adults know everything"?

Song Wenqing, who was sitting opposite him, arched his hand and said, "Don't dare."

His eyes under his thick eyebrows were shining, like a fire in the thorn bush, he was a shrewd person, and he muttered for a moment: "Wen Qing was restless after hearing that people from Jizhou Mansion were coming, and the demonic matter has been entangled in his heart. I wonder what the big master has planned? Is there anything Wen Qing can help with, let the eldest master send him."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Master Ji's eyes, and he smiled decently, and said: "Wenqing doesn't need to be polite, I have already told Lord Zhongshu in the capital about the whole matter, please tell Lord Zhongshu about this matter to the court, Xin'er has just been sent out, and it will take a few days."

Hearing this, Song Wenqing's eyes flashed with a trace of unclear meaning, and said with a smile: "If there is a master of Zhongshu, there must be news soon," the words changed and said sadly: "I don't know what the saint made to decide, as the prefect of Yangzhou, such a disaster happened in the place under my jurisdiction, and I don't know how the saint will blame" sighed with a sigh, his face was full of sadness.

Master Ji wanted to stroke his beard, picked up the teacup beside him and held it in his hand, and said with relief: "Wenqing don't have to worry too much, you will govern Yangzhou so steadily, the sage will see your credit, you don't have to worry too much about the demonic matter, what else do you have to worry about with the help of the Ji family in the back?"

Song Wenqing looked overjoyed when he heard this, stood up and bowed to the person opposite, and said with gratitude: "Wen Qing is a person from the Ji family, and the Ji family's kindness to Wen Qing is unforgettable."

Master Ji stepped forward to help him up, and said with a gentle attitude: "Capable talents should be reused."

He praised Song Wenqing and raised himself again.

Song Wenqing sat on the chair and was secretly happy in his heart, with Master Ji's promise, after three years of official service, even if he couldn't go further, it would not be worse than now, if he could catch that demon, wouldn't his official career be a big step forward?

Thinking of this, he seemed to have made up some idea in his heart, the light in his eyes was slight, his fingers rubbed the teacup, frowned and turned to ask: "What is the relationship between the people of Jizhou Mansion and that demon?"

Song Wenqing is a person from Master Ji, and he has nothing to hide from him.

Song Wenqing was secretly frightened, and his mind was a little shaken to catch people, he looked at the teacup in his hand, the teacup body was the glaze of the colorful flowers and birds, the cup was light and thin, and the tea soup was red and clear, he didn't need to taste it to know that this was a first-class Zhengshan small species, fifty taels of silver and one tael, this is just a cup of tea, which shows the luxury of Jifu's life,

If you don't seize the opportunity to earn a living, when will you be able to live a life of superiority? Song Wenqing's hand holding the teacup tightened, his expression flashed a trace of ruthlessness, and he looked up at Uncle Li opposite, he said, "Master, do you want to catch that demon and kill her with your own hands"?

Hearing this, Master Ji glanced at him in surprise, the nightmares that haunted him night and night kept rolling in his mind, he was resentful in his heart, he was annoyed by being insulted, and he was also frightened, he leaned forward slightly, staring at this Song Wenqing, with eagerness in his eyes, and unconsciously lowered his voice and said: "What good plan does Wenqing have?"

Song Wenqing stood up and walked over to Master Ji, bent down and whispered something in his ear.

Master Ji's face changed, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he pondered for a moment and nodded in response.

Song Wenqing took a few steps back, bowed a few times, stood up to say goodbye to him, and left in a hurry.

Only Master Ji was left in the study, he relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair, holding his forehead with his divine hand, and sneered "heh". After a while, he left the study.

The matter of Yangzhou is put aside for the time being.

Speaking of Li Chenyu, she was still hiding in the vacant courtyard, her face was still pale, her little face was bloodless, her beautiful eyes were amber from the sun, and the baby fat she originally carried was also a little thinner, and she vomited blood from time to time, the blood was not pitch black, it was much better than the dying appearance a few days ago.

Her mental strength is not so easy to recover, she is not in a hurry, she can only recover slowly, these days she will talk to the dragon in her dreams from time to time, although she has never received an answer, but she can be sure that the dragon can understand human speech.

No one can believe it, the dragon is probably looking forward to his early death, every time he fights with the people of the underworld, it is very excited, the more seriously he is injured, the more impatient it seems to be, this is definitely not a concern, she still has this little judgment, thinking of this, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, half lying on the steps of a trance.

Muttered to herself: "I wish I died, I don't, I want to live, live to be old" She laughed silently, smiling but with a frown.

She jumped up from the steps, her pale green dress in a beautiful arc, and reached out to pick up the gauze hat strap on her head, and her pale face was hidden behind the tulle.

Half-skirted and embroidered shoes, her dress is a standard ancient woman's attire, needless to say that this dress is also brought by her.

It's not that she has to dress up, but for the convenience of travel, she is also bored to stay in this deserted compound, but the injuries also need time to recover, and she is not willing to go shopping lonely.

At this time, the rules are very harsh on women, unless it is a poor family or a country woman, a little bourgeois family requires unmarried girls to wear yarn hats when they go out, and some large families even have such rules for maids, not to mention those women, it is really full of rules.

This made it convenient for Li Chenyu, and I saw her jump over the wall and walk out of the alley with light steps.

She has a straight body and her arms hang down beside her, she shakes her hands regularly when she walks, and her steps are unhurried, it is not difficult to see that her walking posture is a military posture, thinking that in the last days, people with abilities like her have been organized and uniformly deployed, and her career of more than ten years has made her unable to get rid of the habits left at those times in her life.